Planning. A wonderful idea. For me-not a reality. To steal a line from the Harry Potter final movie -
"We plan, we get there and all hell breaks loose." Well put.
When I was laid off seven months ago, I didn't foresee the difficulty I would have becoming re-employed. After all, I have years of exploitable experience and I wasn't asking for the moon in wages. Why wouldn't I be hired?
One nasty little word: age. Oh, yes, I hear the rhetoric about age discrimination, blah blah blah, but until you apply for, and get the 'thanks but no thanks' for, a job you have already done, you don't consider there really is such a thing as age discrimination. Believe me, it's alive,well and living in every single corner of the globe (and probably on the moon and Mars as well.)
Okay, I thought, I'll just pick up the pace on marketing and writing my books. Uhhmm, not quite happening. The heavy crush of knowing I might lose all we worked for because I can't get work has a tendency to suck all the creative juices out of me. [Hubby is disabled and not employable.]
Every so often, in the deep of the night when the house is quiet and the hubby and two cats have settled in, my dragons nudge me to put down at least a sentence. Just one sentence. They know that once I get started the possibility I'll continue is very high.
They're very patient, my dragons. So, I'm off to put down a few more sentences.